by Lady Gwen (Celtic-Trad. Wicca*) Who or What is Old Jack? Old Jack is another name for our Great Horned God of Wicca when he appears at the death of the year (Hallows) and takes complete charge over the winter … Continue reading →
is not the watch-word of the Craft. We are Witches, not physicians, and it is within the purview of the Witch to both heal and harm. Consider: when one heals, one is cursing illness, by banishing it from its host … Continue reading →
The Berwick Witches In the 1590’s a number of people from East Lothian, Scotland, were accused of witchcraft in the St Andrew’s Auld Kirk in North Berwick. The trials ran for two years and implicated nearly 100 people. The accused … Continue reading →
More suggestions on woods for burning, this from traditional English lore. Several versions of this poem exist with multiple variants. I learned it first from Paul Huson‘s Mastering Witchcraft, which he calls “The Dartmoor Verse”. Oak logs will warm you … Continue reading →
Below is a list of the most common woods for burning, there are more. It is worth remembering that ALL wood will burn better if split. There is an old saying, “before starting a fire – collect the right wood.” … Continue reading →
This method uses essential oils instead of fresh/dried herbs, and the method is slightly different. First, here are three recipes for a salve base to which you will add your essential oils. Again, proportions are in parts, so if you … Continue reading →
Salves are used to treat itchy skin, dry skin, boils, infections and even aches and pains depending on the herbs used. That lip balm in the little tin or tube? That’s a salve. Making salves at home is relatively simple … Continue reading →
A European folk tale. There are many variants of little red house with no windows and no doors, and a star inside, wherre either a boy or a girl is the seeker. I have a fondness for sparrows, so this … Continue reading →
There was once a little bare-legged brown-limbed boy who spent all his time in the woods. He loved the woods and ail that was in them. He used to look, not at the flowers, but deep down into them, and … Continue reading →
Do you seek the road to Fairyland I’ll tell; it’s easy, quite. Wait till a yellow moon gets up O’er purple seas by night, And gilds a shining pathway That is sparkling diamond bright Then, if no evil power be … Continue reading →